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With these I don’t even reply really, im like look at what you said here bud lmao

hi! I really love your lost boys fics!!

But when you post a story for another fandom I get so disappointed bc I just want to read lost boys stories. Can you just write for them?

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#Dwayne and fairy reader fr

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hi! I really love your lost boys fics!!

But when you post a story for another fandom I get so disappointed bc I just want to read lost boys stories. Can you just write for them?

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Stress Relief

Steve Harrington x Fem Law Student Reader

I’m on my self-indulgent bullshit don’t come for me for this ahaha (low key you can read this as any kind of student reader fic)

Comment to be added to my Steve Taglist or my Stranger Things Taglist)

“I don’t see what the big deal is baby it’s just a test,” Steve leaned over your shoulder, his brow furrowed as he tried to read your notes, “you’re so smart honey I’m sure it’ll be easy.”

You sighed. “You’re sweet Stevie, but everyone at my school is smart.”

He pulled back, scratching the back of his head in confusion. “So…everybody gets a good grade right? What’s the problem.”

You turned from your notes, looking up to give him a soft smile. He didn’t get it, but he was trying. “Not quite baby.”

“Well…” he bit his lip, “do you need anything?”

He couldn’t stand it when you got like this, exhausted, anxious, and filled with self-doubted. He’d told you countless times he’d take the exams for you if he could, and you knew he was serious.

You turned back to your notes, pushing your glasses up on your nose and narrowing your eyes at the jumble of nonsense words on the pages.

You let out a deep sigh.

“I suppose now’s a good a time as any for a break,” the corner of your lip pulled up into a tiny half smile. “Wanna distract me?”

He returned your weak smile with a toothy grin. “Sure baby,” he reached forward to thread his fingers through yours and pull you gently from your chair.

“What do you want to do? I’ll take you anywhere.” His hand wrapped around your waist and settled on the small of your back. As he held you, his thumb rubbed your skin in gentle circles.

You smiled, letting your hands drape on his shoulder once you were nestled into his side. “Why don’t we start with a drive, that’ll help me clear my head.”

“Sure thing honey,” Steve grabbed his keys from their hook and spun them around his finger.

You giggled, and stood on your tip toes to whisper in his ear. “Wowwww you’re so cool Steve.”

His lips pulled into a goofy smile, “I’m glad you think so,” he said, ignoring your sarcasm and leading you out the front door.

He untangled himself from your arms and jogged to the passenger side of his BMW. He opened the door before clearing his throat and bowing slightly, while gesturing to the open door.

“M’lady.”

You dissolved into a fit of giggles at his dramatics, “you’re such a dork!” You nudged his shoulder with your own as you slid into your seat.

He snorted and shut your door before jogging around to hop into the driver’s seat. “I know,” he leaned over and kissed your cheek.

He stuck the key in the ignition and let the engine purr. But when he turned towards you, his smile morphed into a concerned frown.

You felt your chest clench. “What? What is it?”

Without a word, he leaned over you, pulled out your seatbelt and buckled you in. “Can’t drive around without makin’ sure my precious cargo’s secured.” He winked.

You rolled your eyes, but smiled. “Thanks Stevie.”

He beamed, his dimples on full display, “anytime pretty girl,” he tapped your forehead gently, “gotta protect that big brain of yours.”

You giggled as he pulled out of the driveway.

As you whizzed down the highway, Steve had one hand on the steering wheel and one hand on your thigh. His huge, veiny hand wrapped around the entire it’s surface from thumb to pinky. His fingers stroked your soft skin absentmindedly.

Your lips turned up at his gentle touch.

You placed your hand on top of his own, lacing your fingers through his.

At the contact, Steve looked down to see your hands intertwined, before shooting you his signature, charming smile.

“Feelin’ better baby? Done thinkin’ bout that exam?”

You leaned over to place a soft kiss on his shoulder.

“What exam?” you asked.

He huffed a laugh, “the exam you’re going to destroy tomorrow.”

You beamed, bringing his hand to your lips. “Where you takin me to celebrate when I do?”

He smirked, “anywhere you wanna go baby, anywhere at all.”

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It's cool in the shade of your shadow - S.H

Steve Harrington x female!reader

Steve meets a girl late in the spring and falls for her early in the summer

A/n: strangers to lovers, pinning, flirty-soft!steve

Warnings: kissing

Word count: 6.3k

May 1989,

And I'm thinking 'bout your innocence

And there he was, Steve Harrington, unknown to her yet, leaning against his broken down car in the middle of the road. She almost dropped the bag she was carefully holding with her fingers. It had been wrapped around her wrists for a while but it started to hurt. The boy was probably the prettiest she had ever seen, hence the sudden dizziness.

He sighed heavily, resting his hand on the hood, it must’ve been hot because his wrists flinched up for a second. She continued her walk, just on the other side of the dirt road, trainers crunching the stones and broken down dried mud with every step.

It suddenly felt a lot warmer than it was, but that might’ve been his fault. His shirt was loose but his jeans were not and his hair looked stickly wet with sweat. She supposed standing around in the sun fussing with a car wouldn’t be a cooling experience.

He ran the back of his hand over his forehead and it stopped her. She felt awful for him. The sudden stop in her steps seemed to alert him that someone was there and he turned around, eyes fixing on her in seconds and some kind of relieved mutter leaving his lips.

“Is there someone, anyone, nearby that could help with-” He pointed to the car, he seemed to be lost for words, like he didn’t even know what was wrong. He laughed under his breath and she was sure she felt it on her skin, warming her up even more.

“Yes.” She was hesitant to answer him, not because she was afraid of the young man she had just met but because she wasn’t. She felt strangely safe. “But it’s quite a walk.” She looked over her shoulder, she didn’t mind walking, but unlike him, she was in those kinds of shoes, in denim shorts that were comfortable. The only thing uncomfortable was how heavy her bag was.

He smiled, nodding his head and she wondered what he was thinking. “I don’t mind.” He reached through the rolled down window and grabbed his keys, he didn’t seem bothered to roll them back up, she didn’t even think he locked the doors.

“Steve Harrington.” He hesitated to reach out his hand to her but she took it anyway, it made him laugh again. It must’ve been a nervous thing. Her throat ran dry when she noticed how big his hand was compared to hers, how his watch sat on his wrist and how freckles ran up his arms. He had very nice hands.

She let go first, introducing herself, adoring the way he smiled after she said her name a little too much. She was getting caught up in someone she didn’t know and it felt head spinning.

They walked quietly for a moment, her eyes fawning over the trees and patches of grass surrounding them, like she hadn’t seen them a thousand times before. Steve, as she now knew him, was clearly walking at a slower pace, seemingly in no rush, keeping in with her much smaller steps.

She glanced over at him, he looked uncomfortable and she guessed she felt it too. Reaching into her bag she pulled out a fresh peach, a small printed price label still on the skin. She handed it to him, a peace offering or a conversation starter she hoped. It also might help him cool down. She was tempted to have one herself, or maybe a pear instead.

He smiled, taking it from her with no hesitation. “Oh-” She was too late. He had already taken a bite right over the little sticky piece of paper. “The price-”

Steve screwed up his face, his nose scrunching as he felt it on his tongue. He spat his bite out on the road, away from her of course. But that didn’t stop her covering her mouth as she tried to muffle her laughter.

Standing in the middle of the road, with a complete stranger she felt her ribs ache from trying so hard not laugh, she didn’t want to be cruel but the face he made just made her smile for some unknown reason and the way he stood there, staring at her with a shocked smile on his own face, made her think he didn’t mind.

“You could’ve warned me?” He raised his brows, shaking his head at her but not being able to even pretend to be annoyed. She continued walking and he followed, his hands at his side with the peach still between his fingers.

“I tried too.” She said softly, with no more laughter in her voice but an evident smile. She looked down at the road, completely missing the way his eyes followed her. Looking back ahead, she assured him, “There’s no more, you can eat it now.”

He rolled his eyes playfully. Everything he did was making her more and more giddy, even the way he was walking closer to her now, how his shadow covered hers and how his shoulders were inches away from brushing against her own.

“Thanks.” Steve’s voice was different now, he said it in a tone that felt almost tempting but she couldn’t be sure. He reached over and took her bag, wrapping it around his hand as he took another, labelless bite from the fruit.

When the sun's on my face and it's burning my eyes

He saw her again. Coming out of the florists, a soft little dress moving with the breeze, a smile on her lips that gave him a headache. He hadn’t expected to see her in his town, everything he knew about her, no matter how little that was, was connected to her town, not his. It made her feel all the more real. Like he hadn’t just imagined her.

The past week he had this sudden craving for fruit, to hear someone laugh at him in the least cruel of ways and to brush his hand against someone else's as he took a bag from them. The last one felt a little too obvious but Steve couldn’t stop thinking about her, that was for sure.

He crossed the street, without looking, without caring really. He didn’t want to miss her. “Hey.” Something about his voice felt and sounded different to him. It had been a long time since he felt like that.

She looked slightly taken back by seeing him, but the shock quickly disappeared from her face as she smiled at him. She adjusted the bag straps on her left shoulder, there were white and pink flowers sticking out the top. Steve could suddenly taste peaches on his tongue and he had a strange sense of déjà vu.

“Do you know how long I’ve been trying to call you?” He didn’t even think before saying it, his head was disconnected to his heart and he really didn’t mind. He had been trying to call her, he had wanted to find her and that didn’t feel embarrassing.

She tilted her head to the side, confused, adorable. “You don’t have my number.”

He felt an overwhelming need to kiss her. He had felt it the second he saw her but he blamed it on the heat, he was standing in the shade now, he had nothing to fall back on. He had to admit that he met a perfect stranger and wanted to kiss them instantly.

He looked her up and down, not even really meaning to but just giving in anyway. She looked so summer-like, like her skin would taste like sparkling elderflower and her hair would smell like bee pollen.

“Oh, I know.”

Steve smirked at the way her eyes fell to the ground and he had to remind himself why he had been sitting on the floor with the phone book for far too many hours then he would care to admit. “I wanted to thank you, for saving me.” He leaned his head down until he caught her eyes, he wanted her to know he was being sincere, not just flirting with her.

She laughed, that same way she had before, this time slightly softer. He supposed saving me was a little dramatic but who knows how long he would’ve been standing there staring at his car and getting hotter by the minute. It was good to be dramatic, it obviously made her smile.

“Why are you in town?” They started to walk together, no real direction, he guessed he was just following her again. He took smaller steps, waiting to be in step with her, naturally falling into her pace, it felt like he had done that when they first met too but he was only now realising.

“I needed some flowers and I thought of you.” Her fingers fussed with the hem of her dress, it sat halfway down her thighs, but shifted with every step. It looked slightly wrinkled, like it had just been washed.

He felt his heart thump, not skip, not stop, it just made itself known, like he had forgotten it was there before. She had thought of him. Much like he had thought of her and Steve couldn’t help but smile. “Oh yeah?”

She quietly drew in a sharp breath as she realised what she said, shaking her head with furrowed brows as she tried to think of something else to say. “I mean, I remembered you said something about there being good flowers here, so I-”

He should’ve jumped in, said that it was okay, that he was glad she remembered whatever he had said about the florists in Hawkins because it led her to be walking here with him. But he was enjoying this a little too much. He pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek to try and hide it, but it was useless.

“You’re laughing at me.” She lightly hit his arm. He couldn’t recall a time when a girl had done that to him and he had liked it so much. He doubted he had ever even noticed before now.

“I’m not, I’m not.” But he was. He shrugged, admitting the truth. “I just think you're cute when you’re nervous.” Did he really say that? Oh well. It was true, seeing her flustered and smiling like this made him feel lighter, and she was pretty nervous, very pretty.

“Do you have any?” Now he was the one with the confused stare. “At your house?” She was changing the subject, but he didn’t mind. When he met her again he could sneak into the conversation how endearing he found her, for now they could talk about flowers if that's what she wanted.

Steve smiled, shaking his head softly. “No.” Finding a calm in how she was so clearly listening to him. He was not used to that.

He was long moved out of his parents house now but he had yet to do anything to the garden of his new home, it was slightly overgrown and he just left it that way, it still hadn’t occurred to him that he could do whatever he wanted, it took him two weeks to realise he could move the sofa and no one would mind.

“You should.” She sounded certain, the shiver on her arms disappearing as they finally stepped back into the sun. She smiled fondly up at him like she had known him for years. Like this was something they did everyday, talking and walking, smiling and laughing with each other.

He decided then that he would.

“Okay.” He started to walk backwards, making her stop and stare at him. Smirking as he secretly hoped not to crash into anyone, he glanced over his shoulder just to be sure in perfect timing as he came across a dip in the pavement.

She watched him for a moment, a little lost on what to say, that was obvious to him from the way her lips kept parting then falling into a smile. “Where are you going?” She ran after him to keep up with him. Choosing to walk in the normal direction like a smart girl would.

“To get some flowers.”

I let you believe I've been alonе all spring

There was dirt smudged along his jaw and she just chose not to tell him. Steve looked too pretty, hair pushed back, tan turning golden, and mud on his face. He rested his head back on the grass sighing as dramatically as he could, making her softly laugh at him.

They hadn’t been at this long. It couldn’t have been more than an hour since she had knocked on his door. Since she nervously talked to him in his hallway, it faded quickly, that feeling, and now she felt comfortable again, like she didn’t recognise who that anxious girl walking up to his house was.

She was sitting crossed legged on a green pillow with lace white edges, the kind you would find in your grandparents garden, not a twenty something year old boys. She liked it, she liked that he had delicate things, it made her feel more at home. She was reading a book from the bottom of her bag, half reading it, mostly just watching Steve over the pages as he planted flowers and sighed about the heat.

The sun hit his face and he held his hand over his eyes, sighing loudly for the second time. She didn’t try to hide her smile. If someone had told her a month ago that she would be in some boys garden while he laid in the grass she would’ve never believed them.

“Do you want to stop?” She asked, head angling to the side to better look at him. She was learning quickly that Steve Harrington was much more boyish than she would’ve guessed.

Sitting up, he leaned back on his hands, making her jealous of the slightly dead grass. He was closer to her then he had been before, she only noticed when she looked away from his hands just how close he was.

She could’ve easily moved away, she could’ve not come to his house in the first place but she was finding it hard to do the things that made sense around him. He made her forget that two weeks ago she didn't even know him.

He nodded like a puppy-dog, even pouting a little, like it hadn’t been his idea to do this today, on one of the hotter days of May, nearing summer's start. He was the one who had called her and told her how clueless and in desperate need of help he was. It was an excuse to see her, even she knew that. But he had picked today.

She wrapped a daisy stem around her finger as she looked back at the flowers he had placed in the ground, mostly shades of soft blues and deep oranges.

“It looks pretty. Maybe-”

She was going to say that he needed some pink carnations, or even some white, the blue and orange looked a little odd together now but he cut her off. Standing up and taking her hand, insinuating that she should do the same as he gently started to pull her up.

He might’ve figured out what she was going to say, knowing it would prolong them being outside, she liked that he somehow knew that, she liked that he cut her words off strangely. She let him bring her to her feet.

“Let's go have something to drink. Hm.” Steve spoke softly like there was an embedded smile under his voice. He made her feel lightheaded, tipsy even. His hand covering hers, the way he didn’t let go until they were in the kitchen. It was all head spinning.

It was much cooler inside, she could only imagine how good it would feel to walk along the hardwood floor first thing in the morning. She leaned against the counter top as Steve reached up for some glasses, his shirt lifted and she looked away, no matter how badly she didn’t want to.

He turned around with two glasses in hands, about to say something to her but he then decided against it. Setting them down on the counter he looked like he was thinking. His eyes avoided hers and he kept taking in short breaths like he was going to speak.

“Steve?” She softly said his name. He looked back at her, more present in the moment than trying to piece together a sentence in his mind. She knew how flustered he made her, how he made her forget what she was trying to say so she wasn't going to stand there and laugh at him for losing his words.

“I just-” He tapped his open hand over the glass closest to him, sighing as he stepped one step closer to her. Her eyes fell to his lips, they couldn’t not, he’d be a good kisser, she just knew it. “I wanted to-” Steve’s hand left the glass and found the hem of her top, the cotton fitting right between his finger tips. Was he going to kiss her?

The phone rang and they both flinched back like they had been doing something they weren’t supposed to. Although she wasn’t sure if she felt that way, being that close to him, feeling his touch brush her skin felt anything but wrong.

Steve smiled at her, the kind of smile that felt like an apology, then he took the call.

She ran her finger tip around the edge of one of the short crystal glasses, they looked refreshing even without anything in them. She also just felt the need to keep her hands busy, whether that meant fussing with the loop in her shorts or tapping her nails softly against the glass.

He came back through to the kitchen. “I completely forgot-” She hadn’t been paying much attention to the door, his voice, as sweet as it was, made her flinch again. “I have a date, in like two hours.” He said it so nonchalantly, like he hadn’t been so endearingly charming every time they met, like he hadn’t asked her over and made her stomach flip with every look he gave her.

She guessed it didn't mean anything, and she hated how much she let that hurt.

“She was just calling to check I was still-” He continued on but she was already thinking of ways to leave, mentally hitting herself for leaving her bag outside. But then Steve laughed. She stared at him, taken back and a little shocked. It wasn’t a cruel laugh, it was far too casual for that.

Then he started speaking, really, really fast.

“I told her I couldn’t go out with her anymore-I mean we only went out the other night but-the whole time there was this gnawing feeling-”

She wasn’t sure why she was still standing here listening, but it had something to do with the way he glanced at her. “-in my chest the whole time. I think it was you.” He was far too calm and collected while her head spun. Steve paced around the kitchen for a bottle of wine, then some orange juice, both now sitting beside the empty glasses.

It took her an understandable minute to take in everything he had said. It was you. Her? What could she have done to ruin his date. She wanted to ask but she wasn’t really sure where to start or how to start for that matter. That was a lot to process in four minutes.

“What would you like to drink?” Steve smiled at her, brightly, warmer than the afternoon sun if that was possible, and she didn’t know why but she smiled back. Even as lost as she felt, she couldn’t help smiling with him.

“Orange juice.”

June,

I see it all, I see it blue

It was a lunch date. He made sure to use the word date this time. Last time, at his place, then the phone he thought about unhooking stopped Steve from kissing her, he had presumed she knew it was a date.

With all his flirting and careful touches, and unfortunately his lack of words, he couldn’t help but presume. But her mind always seemed so busy so it was like she, to no fault of her own, missed all his hints.

The drive over was nerve sparking in the best possible way, his breath ran short when he used the road he broke down on, his leg wouldn't stop moving at all the stop signs and he kept checking his hair in the wing mirror. This girl had him sweating.

Steve pulled up outside her house. It was like he had imagined, prettily painted with flowers in the windows and even brighter ones leaving up the pathway. Hers looked much better than his, but he had forgotten to water his flowers once or twice and he also thought if she checked and lightly touched him every day, that he would look better too.

He knocked on the door, ready with some premeditated line about how cute she looked, how perfect. It wouldn’t be a lie because he knew whatever she was wearing would be perfect, when she opened the door she would be just as beautiful as she always was. The sun started to burn the back of his neck and he took it as a sign to knock again.

A little harder this time in case she was upstairs or sleeping in. He doubted it was the second one but seeing her with soft pillow lines on her cheeks and slightly puffy eyes sounded like a dream. So, he kind of hoped it was the second one.

The door pushed open, making a little clicking sound. She left her door unlocked. This town was much quieter than the already quiet and boring Hawkins, but it still worried him. Steve walked right in, the scent of lavender soap and fresh sheets hitting him in seconds. And something else, something small and fluffy.

He felt it brush against his leg before he heard its soft meow. If he was wearing jeans he would have been covered in cat hair, long white cat hair. It made sense that she had a cat that looked like this, all gentle and cloud-like. A little too nice to strangers.

“Hey buddy.” He leaned down to run his hand over its head, tickling just behind its ear for a second. Steve was a dog person but he could be weakened from time to time.

“Oh, Steve.” She’s standing at the top of the stairs, hand on the stained wood banister, in a light blue summer dress that still has wrinkles pressed into it. It’s starting to feel like she doesn’t have an iron. She comes down the stairs, a little fast, each step at a time.

He watches, a new fear that she might trip developing even though he knows realistically she won’t. She properly always comes down them that fast, that lightly on her feet but Steve does sigh when she reaches the bottom, glad she’s back on flat ground.

“Hyacinth. Steve. Steve. Hyacinth.” She introduced them, her hand motioning between himself and the cat, like they could have a conversation if they wanted to. The second she’s there Hyacinth loses all interest in him and rushes to her owner, curling around her legs and flopping over on her side right by her feet.

“Sorry. I was running a little late. I couldn’t find-” She shook her head, deciding against saying exactly what it was that she had lost. “It doesn’t matter.” He hated the way she said it. Every single thought she had mattered to him, he wanted to hear everything she had to say. His chest tightened in that oh so familiar way.

“Are you ready to go?” She asked him, grabbing the bag hanging off the end of the banister. She quickly gave Hyacinth one last pet and the cat practically cried, like she knew she was leaving the house, like she had learnt that bags and shoes meant no more pets.

Steve doubted he would ever be able to go out again if something looked at him like that when he was heading out the door. He would just accept that he wouldn’t have a social life anymore.

“Yeah.” He reached for the door that was still left slightly open after he had come through it. “What couldn’t you find?” Her face lip up as he asked, and it made him want to ask her a thousand more questions.

“One of my shoes.” She stepped out the door and he smiled painfully at the puzzled way she said it, like she still wasn’t sure how she had misplaced it in the first place. It made him wonder if she was the kind of girl that lost things and looked adorably confused while looking for them.

“I’m glad you found it.” She gave him a look, the kind that told him she could tell he was trying not to laugh at her. But she didn’t get it, everything she did made him smile like a fool. She was just going to have to get used to it and get better at hiding how badly she wanted to roll her eyes at him.

Steve smiled at the fluffy white ball sitting on the last step. He could imagine she would be in the exact same spot until he dropped her off. He closed the door behind them. ”You know this was unlocked right?”

The restaurant asked if they wanted to eat outside, he looked at her for a decision but she seemed to be looking at him for one, so he picked outside.

He wouldn’t have minded being tucked away inside, hiding out from the heat, in some corner with her knees touching his and the ability to get as close as they possibly wanted. But sitting across from her outside in the sun, with the light dancing off her glass and hitting her skin was much better than any table inside.

Steve had already told her three times how pretty she looked today (everyday) each time getting the same flustered reaction and soft voice telling him to stop. He wanted to say it again but she got there first.

“You look so handsome today.” It was slightly quieter than her normal voice so maybe she hadn’t meant to say it but he didn’t care. Her eyes were on the bee sitting on the edge of her glass, it didn’t stay long but he was thankful for its appearance because it distracted her long enough to say that.

“Thank you.” He didn’t think he had ever sounded so bashful receiving a compliment before. He didn't think he had ever blushed before either. She obviously noticed it now that the bee was gone, and she parted her pretty, light red like raspberries, lips to say something.

“Don’t.” He shook his head. If she asked if he was blushing it would only make it worse.

She smiled down at the table and his eyes didn’t leave her even for a second, even as his shoes taped hers accidentally and then rested comfortably against her ankles, he watched her. It was something so small, so noticeable but Steve adored the way she seemed to relax when they were touching. He felt his own body untense.

He watched the way she looked over the menu, squinting a little, the way she brought her glass to her lips, the way her fingers tapped against the table. The last one was slightly annoying but he let it go because it was her.

He could’ve sat there for hours without saying a word, just listening to her talk, but she liked it when he talked back too. She liked when he answered her questions or told her something about himself she didn’t know yet. She liked laughing at his jokes and telling him off when he showered her with compliments. He liked that too.

After taking the long way around town, which she definitely noticed but didn’t seem to say anything about, Steve pulled up right outside her house. He didn’t know if she wanted him to walk her to the door, he didn’t know if she wanted him to kiss her or not.

She was sitting in the passenger seat, he liked driving with her there, he liked the way she leaned on the rolled down window and how it left funny lines pressed into her soft arms, he liked that she was still sitting there, stalling.

He turned in his seat, his body now mostly facing her, trying to find any indication of what she wanted him to do next. Her dress shifted up her thighs as she moved slightly and it reminded him of the shorts she was wearing when they first met. He held a secret desire that she would wear them again some time.

She had him wrapped around a pair of denim shorts like he was a teenager again.

She made no attempt to reach for the door, she just looked at him, her pretty eyes set on his lips, her mind clearly not thinking about getting out of his car.

Steve smirked, realising right in that moment that he was falling for her. He held her face with his hand, feeling how warm she was. His smallest finger wrapped just under her jaw, tickling her neck, his thumb smoothing back and forth over her cheekbone.

He went to ask if it was okay if he kissed her, but just as he opened his mouth a soft “yes.”, left her lips.

He laughed under his breath. Not taking more than a second until he pressed his lips to hers. There would be other times, at least he hoped they would be since his chances of living depended on it, for mapping out every feature on her face, for kissing her cheek first, for being soft and slow, now was not that time.

He just wanted to kiss her. It was as simple as that.

Her hands stayed painfully still in her lap, and as much as he wished for them to be in his hair or loosely around his neck, he never ever wanted to rush her.

He turned his head, only letting up for a second to try a different angle, kissing her from the left was even better then kissing her from the right. But he was sure if he went back he would never be able to make a decision.

If you asked me to, I'd come crawling back

It was harrowing. The way Steve kissed her.

The way his hands always stayed holding her face still or slipping around her neck. It didn’t matter that his eyes always fell right in between her collar bones, lower to her chest, to her soft stomach, her thighs when she was sat in his car, even her ankles and wrists. He looked at every part of her like he wanted to kiss and touch her right there, but he never did.

It had been two weeks of seeing each other as much as they possibly could, making up excuses just to see each other on the Tuesday even if they had just had a date on the Monday. She liked it, she liked how much he wanted to see her, she wasn’t worried he was going to get bored of her, not when he called most nights just to talk about nothing.

It had been twelve days of him driving over to her, kissing her in his car, at her doorstep, in the middle of the street. Once at his work, very quickly over the counter, it made her feel lightheaded because he said he wasn’t allowed to then did it anyway.

Today was no different. He had driven to her and picked her up right when he said he would. He said he wanted to take her to a small lake in her town that he had seen on his way over once, it was a much more private lake than lovers lake apparently. He also said something about swimming.

Yet, there still hadn’t been any swimming and they had been there for over ten minutes. Her feet hadn’t even touched the water, she still had her sneakers laced up and her socks on and Steve had his towel thrown over his shoulder.

The car door was hot against her back, it burned a little at first but then when he started kissing her cheek, her jaw, her lips, she quickly forgot about it. The car could have rolled away and she dubbed she would notice with the way he kissed her.

She pouted. “We haven’t even made it away from your car.” He ignored her and kept kissing her instead. The lake was just behind them, a few steps away but his shirt felt soft under her touch, and even though she couldn’t feel it, she knew his skin felt soft underneath too.

Her hands stayed just above his hips as he kept her neck angled just right so he could perfectly kiss her and the lake just slipped her mind all over again.

His nose dragged against her cheek as he moved his head, a delirious feeling that wouldn’t even register if it was any other boy. She took the few seconds his lips weren’t on hers to try and speak. “Steve?”

“Hmm.” He hummed in response, making her chest tighten.

“Can you-” She wrapped her fingers around his wrists, pulling his hands away and placing them on her waist nervously. She breathed in sharply as he grazed her skin with the palms of his hands, running them up to her ribs and then back down again, fingers almost but not quite slipping into her shorts.

“If you wanted me to touch you more you could’ve just asked. I’d do anything you wanted.” He spoke so sweetly. His eyes soft and warm, not one hint of teasing in his voice. All she had to do was ask, if she had known how simple it would’ve been she wouldn't have been so nervous.

She reached up to kiss him again, feeling an overwhelming need to thank him for being so sweet, this time letting her hands get lost in his hair. He muttered something against her lips. “Oh god.” He liked it when she touched his hair.

After dragging themselves away from Steve’s car, she quite literally had to use all her strength to pull him by his hand as he grinned and complained simultaneously. It seemed telling him that she wanted him to touch her more made everything so else so much harder to focus on.

She thought just kissing was torture, lovely heart-skipping torture, but having his hands everywhere was much, much worse. All he had done was hold her waist, graze her hips, she wasn’t sure she would survive anything more.

Steve walked backwards, she started to get less concerned when he did that but no less confused. He sighed longingly, looking just past where he had parked the car to the road. She smiled, following his stare and her chest began to ache in the most dizzying way.

“You know I met a pretty girl right over there.” She couldn’t help rolling her eyes with affection, no one was nearly as sweet as this boy.

“You did?” She played along. Stopping just as he did, standing right in front of him. He didn’t wait a second before his hands wrapped around her, pulling her in.

“Uh huh.” Something about the way he said it made her stomach flip, it was so meant to charm her, it was so Steve Harrington. He kissed her for the thousandth time that day, much more innocently than before, back at the car. Just the thought of something that happened over an hour ago, made the blood rush to her head

“She's sweet, kind, perfect, smart, funny-” She softly laughed as he kissed every inch of her face. His lips tickled and left cooling slightly wet marks behind. “Lovely, beautiful and makes it impossible for me to sleep at night.”

“Oh I’m sorry.” She pushed his hair back, she started to think she liked playing with it more than he liked her touching it. She pouted, feigning sympathy for the situation he was in and acting like the idea of him losing sleep over her didn’t make her skin spark.

“It’s okay.” He leaned into her touch, like a dog being petted. “It’s my own fault.” He softly held her wrist, pressing a kiss to her palm like it was the most casual thing in the world to him. “I asked her over, lied about wanting some flowers. Oh, and then all I could smell for days was her shampoo, her perfume. Then, like the idiot I am-”

It was a new feeling but she didn’t like hearing him calling himself that. “You’re not an idiot.” She said defensively like someone else had called him that. The corner of his mouth flicked up but he otherwise ignored her.

“-I went over to hers, and I kept going. So my lack of sleep is not completely on her shoulders.” His hands squeezed right between her neck and her shoulders and he imagined he would give really good massages. He had just the right amount or pressure. “It’s you, I’m talking about you.”

She smiled going on the tips of her shoes to press a kiss to his cheek. “I know Steve.”

#I love him

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britany1997 · 6 days

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My third fic to surpass 1000 notes:):) thank you!

Hello!! I was wondering if I could request a blurb with the lost boys where the reader is a vampire as well? Like, maybe they find the reader in the video store or on the beach and one of the boys asks, “Are you scared of vampires?” and reader just replies something like, “I don’t know, are you?”

Vampires Everywhere

Of course you can! Hope you like this💕 s/o to @crustyraccoon for offering to pre-read this for me! Ily🫶🫶🫶

UPDATE read smutty part two here

Poly! Lost Boys x GN Vampire Reader

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You were scanning through the Horror movie section at Max’s video store, looking for something to satisfy your craving for some gory entertainment for the night. As your hand brushed over a copy of Fright Night, so did another hand. You looked up to stare into the mischievous blue eyes of a tall blonde boy. You smiled thinking you’d found a way to satisfy another much more persistent craving.

He smiled back at you slyly, “so you like vampires?” He asked.

You laughed softly to yourself, “love them,” You told him.

He slung his arm around your shoulder, “it’d be such a waste to watch that all alone wouldn’t it sugar?” He asked, “my buddies and I love Fright Night, sure they’d be thrilled to watch it with a cutie like you. If you’d be up for it”

This was almost too easy. You loved the hunt, but you could never say no to fast food. “Sounds like a blast” you told him, smiling sinisterly.

The blonde boy brought you back to his friends, they looked like they were in some sort of biker gang. They might have been intimidating to a human, but you know they’d be no match for you vampire strength.

“This is Dwayne, David, and Marko, and I’m Paul.” Paul told you introducing himself and his friends.

You flashed them a smile, and introduced yourself. Looking at them you were struck by how incredibly handsome they all were, not enough though, not when you were this hungry.

The bleach blonde one, David, smirked “it should be illegal to walk around Santa Carla looking that attractive babe, you look good enough to eat.”

The boys chuckled at his words, and to their surprise, you did too. “You flatter me,” you said, “I feel the same way about you.”

The strange boys took you back to their place, which David had explained was a sunken hotel. You looked around at the cave curiously, maybe you could live here after they were gone, it seemed like the perfect home for a young vampire in Santa Carla.

Paul led you towards the couch, “want anything to eat sugar?” He asked you.

“No thanks,” you replied smiling, “I’m um…I’m on a special diet.”

Paul shrugged, “suit yourself” he said before sitting down next to you and slinging his arm over your shoulder again. The angelic looking one named Marko hopped in on your other side, as David stood behind you, smoking, and Dwayne popped in the movie.

It only took fifteen minutes for your hunger to become undeniable, as pretty as they were, you knew you’d have to tear into these boys soon.

You brought the hand Paul had placed over your shoulder to your lips, pressing soft kisses all along it. Paul’s head snapped to watch you, smiling as you toyed with him.

You continued to kiss him while he watched, the other boys seemingly oblivious. Just as he looked like he was starting to get comfortable, your eyes glowed a bright yellow, and your teeth elongated into sharp fangs. You bit down into his hand and started to suck.

To your surprise, he laughed, yanking his hand out of your mouth with more force than you had ever felt a human exert. You stared at him in shock as he held your jaw in his unbitten hand. “You’re a vampire?!” He asked excitedly. All the boys were looking at you now as you nodded in response, unsure of what to say.

“Get out!” He exclaimed, “so are we!” You watched as his features shifted, until his own yellow gaze met yours. “We were gonna eat you too! Damn this is wild!” You gasped, you had never met another vampire before, much less four.

You pulled your jaw from Paul’s grip and looked around at the others who were now all donning their vamp faces as well. “How bizarre…” you said.

“It’s strange for us too,” David told you, “we thought we were the only vampires around here. Why haven’t we heard about a spike in kills?”

You smirked at him, “I’m very discreet,” you told him.

He ruffled your hair, “cute” he said.

You raised your eyebrow at him and nipped at his hand affectionately.

“Hey guys,” Marko piped up, “I don’t mean to interrupt this beautiful moment, but I’m fucking starving. What are we gonna do now that we can’t eat them.” He said pointing at you.

“I was thinking the same thing,” you said, “I’m famished and I was gonna eat you.” You said pointing back at him.

Marko smirked, “we kinda figured when you took a bite outta Paul,” he said back to you.

“You’re welcome to do that anytime by the way sugar,” Paul said while winking at you.

You rolled your eyes but smiled, you really wouldn’t mind sinking your teeth into him again.

Dwayne checked his watch, “not enough time to lure someone else back here,” he said.

David smirked “guess we’re eating out.”

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#thank youuuuu #now it’s up there with if you give a vampire a cookie #and hot vampires in your area:)#cuddling with the boys is close at about 950 hehe #reblogging my stuff

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britany1997 · 6 days

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Hehe thank you so much! I’m excited for y’all to read it! I’ve had the concept and where I want to go bouncing around in my head for ages, I just need to find the time and motivation to sit down and write it lol

99% it won’t be the last fishy fic that I write, but chronologically it’s the last Fishy fic

YOURE WORKING ON A NEW PAUL AND FISHY FIC???? PLEASE BIG SIS CAN I KNOW MORE🫶🫶

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“Working on it” is maybe too generous for what I have actually done

I have opened a draft with the intent to write a Paul and Fishy fic lmao!

A little sneak peak for you is that it’s an @oceansrose2002 request from ages ago, it’s low key angsty (probably THE angstiest of all the Paul and Fishy fics) and all the boys will be involved😈

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Thank you so much!!! I love him😭 I can’t help wanting a Steve when I’m doing my finals omg, he could fix me I’m sure of it